Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.